I like this poem in its weird and f*cked up way >.> I actually thought of making a story based on this poem...and I will probably do it one day :) Anyway I hope you like it ^^
Yesterday
Yesterday
I peeked through the slightly opened door
That’s
when I saw her
Covered
in blood
Her face
filled with hurt
Her weak
small hands
Were on
her face
She was
crying
Crying
for help
But
nobody heard her
She was
full of bruises
Every night
one more bruise would show on her face
But what
can a small child do?
Yesterday
was an awful day…
Will
tomorrow be any better?
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